The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1887-05-07

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toward the gate; but the thick bushes, the
giant lilies, the web of undergrowing vines, /,
rs we'll as the fallen tombstones, impcded
her speed, and finally tripped her.
strong arm caught her as she fell, and
familiar voice began: 'Do not be afraid,
madam"-then, rs tho moonlight fell on her
face-"Mrs. Belll" he exclaimed. "You
| here alone at such an hourl"
"Oh" she cried, clnging to him in her
fright, "is 1t really youi / was so fright
ened, and believe I am little hurt.
Nothing much; only one OF those sharp
brambles has torn my foot. think there
| Is thorn In IL. must sit down again for
a moment and get II out"
He could see her face grow pinched and
white with pain at she limped back TO the
granite headstone
Permit me to assist you, rs IL / were
your servant" he said hum bly, rs he knelt
before her.
| "As IL you were my brother" she replied
kindly, as she extended dainty little Ok
| ford tie.
With gentle, deft touch he took IL of.
| Another moment and the bramble was un-
fastened from the silken stocking, the little
shoe replaced. Still he remained kneeling
before her, while both looked silently down
on the pretty little village with it's twink
| ling lights, over the moonlit valley, across
to the shadowy hills. From church
steeple the hour rang out with deep vibrat-
ing sound to every stroke, and Lindsay
| essayed to rise.
"Mrs. Bell" he said, OBTAINING her plead
| ingly, "stay only little longer. Is it true
that you are going awayp
"You know 1 never expected to stay
| longer than the summer;
"Will it be soon"
"Yes. We think of leaving next week"
There was q moments pause; then he
said in a low tone: ~ am going away too +"
"May ask wherel" her voice just tinged
| with anxiety.
81 don't know certainly am not yet
| sure" he answered dreamily. "Onlv !
| must leave this.y
"Will not that be rash to leave your
present employment for blank uncertainty
Had you not better wait until you have a
distinct opening somewherel Listen, my
dear boy" she laid her hand on his shoul-
| der and assumed motherly air, II have
money, influence. Let me use both to ad-
| vance your interests"
He sprang to his feet, and faced her with
| a touch of wounded pride, as he thanked
her and declined. 81 am not so badly off as
you may suppose" he added, more quietly,
| feeling, from her silence, that she was hurt
| at his abrupt and disdainful refusal "My
| mother gave me fairly good education,
and, since have been working here in the
pottery, have saved money. have enough
to see me through with what want to do"
"Will you tell me what it is you want to
dol'
~ want to go to Paris" he said boldly,
| enjoying her evident surprise.
dot R,,t truy1,u f>v,1
ITO study art o, yes! You think I
Oily know how to mold clay jugs and that;
but have been modelling for years, and if
you would like to see my work why, sup
pose you could come with your friend to
my room. shall not be afraid, even of
your criticism, for there are always artists
here in summer. have had lessons from
one and another, and praise from oil. 1
think can model almost as well as you,
Mrs. Bell. But what want to learn is to
paint. And mean tor
Mrs. Bell was intensely surprised but she
only said, "We will talk about that to-
morrow; meanwhile it is late must re-
turn"
Lingeringly, regretfully, they stood for
minute longer, looking over the strange,
still scene. The crickets were chirping
merrily now, and the moon cast fantastic
shadows all around them. AS ii by one
impulse, their hands clasped in O long,
silent pressure. It was q farewell. They
both knew it, the village youth and the
young woman Of the world-a farewell to
| an unspoken summer idyl, shadowy, un-
real love that must never be told. Then he
led her down the dreary little hillside, out
Of the unhinged wooden gate and in a mo-
| ment or two more they had parted, each
guessing something, but not all, of the 9TH
er's pain.
Mrs. Clarke, Lindsay's anxious duenna,
was watching for her at the door, and ran
forward with an exclamation of pleasure
and relief, which was instantly checked as
sho saw her companion. She greeted Mr..
Vinton with freezing civility, scarcely walt
ing for him to be out Of hearing before she
began impatiently: "Really now, Lindsay,
your imprudencc is something too much.
Have you no regard for appearances that
you choose such an escort for an evening
promenade2"
"My dear, Minnie, spare me-" she replied
languidly. II was sitting In the cemetery,
and had forgotten time and space, and
even," laughing, "the tea hour, when this
young man rose out of the hill-at least /
suppose he did; forgot to ask him how he
happened to oappear so suddenly. took him
for ghoul, spook, a blood-red troll-any-
thing uncanny that you please to imagine
and l started on violent run, tumbled
over tombstone, and ran thorn into my
foot. Mr.. Vinton picked me up, and ex-
pressed as much amazement rs you your
self could have done. Indeed, / fancied
there was q hint Of disapproval in his tone
as he commented on my being there alone
so late. We remained moment to admire
the moonlight, and-me voila! very much in
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